Monday, March 14, 2011

I had a good old fashion car sob tonight, while listening to the news reports on Japan and hearing people speak of missing loved ones. I normally, find crying in my car to be somewhat satisfying because it's the only place that's completely private. (Or at least I consider it "private", similar to those who pick their nose behind the wheel and swear no one can see them). These tears were a mixture of emotions.

Those of you who haven't heard, I am going to be an Aunt. This morning I heard her heart beat. It was unbelievably beautiful.And for that brief moment, I felt as if everything was alright in the world again.SW and Taylor are right, resilience is a funny thing. But love always prevails. And quite often it's the love in our lives which allow us the luxury of resilience.

To end this on a happy note, we were all a bit relieved it's a girl. We wouldn't know what to do with a boy.

About Me

Born and bred outside of DC. Lived in London. Spent summers in France. Dislikes New York and loves it at the same time. Might move back. Works in television but writes a good bit on the side.
Loves: Marni, Calvin Klein, A.P.C., mid century furniture, mochi green tea ice cream, home made skirts and dresses, good fiction, thrift store boots, ballet, Marimekko, decadent shoes, earl grey tea, Vivienne Westwood, chai lattes, Ryuichi Sakamoto, city life, Kate Moss, houses by lakes, English gardens, breezy days and rain.
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Keep it clean, kids.